A/N: Before you ask, I haven't decided on pairings yet. I am playing with a flirty Harry. I have an idea of whom I would pair him up with if I decide to, but not for awhile yet, I am going to see how the story goes.

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After getting up close and personal with the duct system, Harry had finally managed to sneak his way onto the production floor where he positioned himself nearby a small hatch that lead to a computer monitoring room which had a handy fire escape.

As the newbie, according to Kim, he was to guard the escape route and take over getting the hostages to safety once Kim and Ron had distracted the villains and freed them from their bonds. Harry had not bothered to even hide his eye roll at the "newbie" label, but he complied.

He didn't see much of what was happening, but judging by the small explosions and the grunts of battle, he was likely missing out on one hell of a romp.

It wasn't long before the hostages, being herded in his direction thanks to the angle of the violence at hand per Kim's plan, skidded to a stop when they saw Harry step out of the shadows and said in a sinisterly false accented tone:

"Come with me if you want to live."

The 3 hostages stared at him confused. Harry pouted, one of the few movies he got around to seeing in his old world and of course The Arnold didn't exist in this world, grumbling uncomplimentary things about alternate dimensional Blockbusters, he grumbled "Come on you lot, I'm with the rescue team." The hostages breathed a sigh of relief and quickly gathered under his wing.

Once everyone was squeezed into the little monitoring room, he pulled out Kim's grappling hook and with careful aim, shot it out into the night and down past the high walls and into the street below where it was secured by their current employer's man on the outside.

Harry then attached a harness to each hostage, and unceremoniously pushed each one out the window, sending them screaming into the night.

Job done, hostages now no longer an issue, Harry considered if he should continue to follow Kim's orders and join the hostages down the zip, as was the original plan, or go back inside where it was surely full of danger.

Harry skipped back into the depths of the factory and headed towards the sound of action.

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Harry's first impression of Shego, the first of the supervillians he came face to face with, was that, yes indeed, she was GREEN. Her skin was a pale green, her eyes were green, even her hair was a blackish green. The second thing he observed was that she was a woman who enjoyed her work. She taunted Kim with fervor and jumped and flipped and struck out with an impressive fluidity and confidence that spoke of someone who knew their own skill and took great pride in it.

The third thing he observed, and perhaps the most disappointing, though no less intriguing factor was that her powers, some sort of acidic combustible energy that formed from her hands, was not magic. Harry sniffed the air, cocking his head. There was definitely something otherworldly about it though, but otherwise, his own magic didn't react to it.

Harry didn't get a chance to get a closer look at Drakken though, as apparently he had joined the fray at the tail end of this encounter as a giant helicopter came out of nowhere, stole the robotic innards of the factory that they had been after, and sent the roof collapsing down on their heads, crushing Harry beneath mountains of cement and metal.

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Harry popped back into existence with an annoyed scowl as he surveyed the wreckage. How embarrassing, to be killed on his first adventure in this new world! Though he supposed he might have gotten rusty, it had been awhile since he had busted heads.

Harry scratched the back of his head. At least Death hadn't been codswalloping him about the finer points of his immortality it seemed.

A cold breeze rushed past him, and he shivered slightly, looking down to find that apparently immortality didn't extend to his cloths.

Harry grumbled uncomplimentary things about primordial entities and looked around for anything he could find. A store, whose back door was left open when the clerks and customers had fled to escape the chaos caught his eye, and he slipped inside.

10 minutes later...

Kim was looking around frantically. Neither she nor Ron had been able to find Harry, and Nakasumi San had said that Harry had not been with the hostages.

"You don't think he might have still been in the factory do you?" Ron asked Kim worriedly.

Kim then let out a sigh of relief when she spotted a familiar head of dark messy hair and green eyes heading towards them through the crowd.

Kim stared as she beheld their new friend when he broke through the crowd, though she wasn't the only one as Harry was turning quite a few heads in appreciation. He stood before them, arms hands on his hips, surveying them all critically, his pale green kimono with flowering lilies, blowing grandly in the breeze.

"What happened to you?!" Kim gaped, blushing.

"Nothing major," Harry shrugged, waving his hands dismissively, "So are we done here? I take it the bad guy got away?"

"Yes, but..." Kim was cut off from asking what had happened to his cloths when he turned to Ron, whose face was redder then Kim's.

"Say Ron, what do you think?" Harry did a pirouette, "Is it my color?"

Ron had managed to recover and tapped his chin, and said in all seriousness "its not bad, but I think a few accessories would definitely make the outfit." Rufus agreed, giving a thumbs up.

Harry puffed out his silk clad chest proudly, "I do make this look good, don't I? I think I'll keep it! and this silk feels really nice against my nethers," Harry ran his hands town his chest, "so tell me about this Bueno Nacho place..."

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Need a Date? Call Ron!

Harry starred bemusedly up at the school sign, before shaking his head and stepping into the amazingly normal chaos that was a regular muggle high school.

He found Ron and Kim talking in front of yet another poster advertising for he dance, and Kim yet again exclaiming her desire to go to the dance with this Josh Mankey fellow.

"Hey guys, still stressing over the dance?" Harry greeted as he joined them, "by the way Ron, I saw the sign, how'd you manage that?"

"Neat huh?" Ron proudly explained, "I know the sign guy, he owed me a favor."

Kim rolled her eyes at the sheer lengths that Ron was willing to go to for a date, but also impressed at how easily he always put himself out there, then her eyes turned to Harry and it suddenly occurred to her that she didn't even know who he was taking. Harry was rather attractive, if a bit short ('especially in a kimono,' she thought with a blush), especially with those vibrant green eyes of his. She had seen the various heated looks directed towards their new friend from the student body.

"So who you going with?" Ron asked, elbowing Harry in the shoulder, "I bet its one of Kim's squad, I saw how Cassidy was eyeing you in first period, or Aiden from second period," he hummed thoughtfully, then he gasped, "Or super star Brittney from the ride!"

Harry blinked at them bemusedly, then said, "I haven't asked anyone to the dance," he scratched his chin idly while the other two stared at him in horror.

"But why?!" Ron exclaimed, then a bit more considerately, "Is it because your shy?"

Harry snorted then laughed, "Me?" he gasped, "Shy? Merlin!"

"I guess not," Kim said blandly, then more curiously, "Then if it isn't shyness, why haven't you asked anyone?"

Harry, having managed to get control of his humour, considered the question then shrugged his shoulders and said "Well I guess it didn't really occur to me to bother."

Kim and Ron nearly fell over in disbelief.

Harry's eyes strayed to the poster. Now that his attention was personally drawn to it, he wondered if he should actually go through all the bother. His one and only experience with a school dance at Hogwarts had been weeks of awkwardness trying to learn to dance, and people cornering him in the hallways with expectant eyes. Truthfully, he hadn't been as interested in the dance back then, and would have avoided it altogether if it weren't for that bloody Triwizard Tournament nonsense. Now that he was yet again a teenager, but without that notoriety of being Harry Potter, he could try it again, he supposed. Death had sent him into this new world in a teenagers body to relive some of his youth, and he was trying to fit into this new life, it might not be to bad to try it out. Though that didn't mean he had to have a date.

"I guess I'll check it out," Harry said finally, "but I'm not going to bother with that date nonsense. I'll just go stag."

After that, Harry stayed in the background as he watched bemusedly as Ron dove from one attempt after another to ask someone to the dance. He had to give the blond credit, he was persistent and not easily swayed by rejection. Kim meanwhile was having it tougher as she tried numerous times to ask the Mankey fellow out only to constantly some across barriers. Harry meanwhile also found that, with the dance drawing closer, he himself was asked by a wide variety of hopeful teenagers as well. After one girl ran off crying, he just lied and said he had a date, though his mystery date was never revealed, and his rejections were taken better after that.

Harry, Ron, and Kim were eventually saved from their high school drama by a call from Wade, who had managed to get a tip to Drakken's current secret lair.

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Harry and Rufus wore equal expressions of displeasure as they left the large snow plow that was their ride this time through the frigid snowy back drop of the Himalayas.

Harry may not be as worse off as a naked mole rat, but cold temperatures had never been his favorite thing. Rufus had actually retreated to Harry this time instead of Ron's pockets, mainly because Harry was currently wearing an extremely poofy and very well insulated snowsuit. Rufus was currently making himself at home in the insulation.

Snow boards were passed around and Harry yet again cursed his saving-people-thing that had dragged his responsible adult (in mind) arse into this.

"Well fudge this," Harry tossed the snowboard aside, and told the dynamic duo that he would make his own way inside. Kim protested, but Harry was of the opinion that he was likely to get them all caught if he tried to sneak in with them on a snowboard he had never used before. Then ran off before Kim could object.

Once he was safely over a snow dune and out of sight, he pulled out his own set of high tech binoculars, a recent acquisition foiling those twin terrors who he had caught spying on him from the bushes across the street from his home. Determined little buggers. From what he could see, it looked like the standard high tech muggle secret lair that he had read about in his latest magazine subscription of Supervillan's Digest, and considered his options.

He could try sneaking in on foot, but when he spotted a web work of red lasers, likely an alarm system of some sort, he nixed that idea. He bit his lip as the only alternative came to mind.

He could... apparate inside.

Harry did not like that idea. Granted, it didn't take a lot of magic to apparate, just clear focus, but he was leery of what would happen. He could splinch himself from here to China for all he knew.

Unfortunately, an alarm suddenly sounded, and Harry was suddenly out of options as he realized that Kim ad Ron must have gotten discovered and very likely caught.

"Welp, here goes," he sighed. And after only taking a moment to memorize his chosen spot, he carefully called on his magic and turned on the spot, a loud crack echoing through the surroundings.

Harry blinked when he found himself standing in a circle of deep fried penguins. Whoops! must have over shot it a bit. Another crack!

Harry spluttered as he splashed around warm Baltic sea water. Crack!

Harry let out a sigh of relief to finally find himself perched where he had been aiming for, then shivered as his cloths immediately started to freeze. Quickly he stripped, only to gap when he found the miserable lump that was a naked mole rat. Rufus spat a stream of water out of its mouth and chattered at him in only what Harry assumed was a rodent version of a serious cussing out.

"Whoops, sorry about that Rufus, forgot you were there...oh shit!" Harry groaned, as he realized that a rodent capable of communicating with his master, had come along for his magical ride. honestly, he had not been thinking of Rufus when he had used his magic, his brain preoccupied with his friends potential capture.

"Look," Harry hastily said, "If you don't tell anyone about what just happened, I'll...I'll give you all the Bueno Nacho you want...for life!"

Rufus gave him a considering look, before the desire of melted cheese won out over mysterious magical secret, and he chattered much more positively.

Harry nodded as they shook on it, then the two slipped inside without fan fair, sighing in relief at the warmer temperature inside as apparently Drakken paid his heating bills.

It didn't take him long to find Kim and Ron. Not that they were hard to miss, a pile of unconscious minions, Kim scaling a giant killer robot with a cartoon face, and Ron dangling helplessly over a long drop.

"Say Rufus," Harry asked the rodent, "just out of curiosity, is giant killer robots a regular thing with you guys?"

Rufus waved a paw in a so-so motion.

"Huh." Harry pulled out the grappling hook from his first mission and shot it into the rafters, and swung silently onto the shadowed beams as he considered the best way to help. Suddenly a voice groaned from behind him, "Who the hell are you?"

Harry turned to find Shego staggering to her feet, looking greener then usual, though she was quick to recover with a possible target in front of her, her hands glowing.

Harry placed a hand on his chest, "Why little ol' me? I'm just the unimportant overpowered sidekick in this little drama."

Shego frowned, "isn't that blond kid who keeps losing his pants her little sidekick?"

Harry chuckled, "Well no, not technically, but you can have more then one you know."

Shego snorted, "What, are you Kimmy's little boyfriend then?" the green woman taunted.

"Well, she's not bad looking," Harry acknowledged thoughtfully, "but I'm not really into red heads with green eyes, that would be to far into mommy issue territory, besides," Harry winked, "I like my lovers to be a bit older."

Shego rolled her eyes and lunged. Harry laughed as he enjoyed dodging her fists, and as they danced, he idly considered actually letting one land to see what happened, but he did have Rufus on him, riding out the battle in the depths of his hair, so he made do with dodging instead.

Meanwhile Wade eventually got control of the giant robot, but Shego, who had gotten frustrated by Harry and leapt off to concentrate on Kim instead, sent a green fireball at the communicator Wade was using to tap into the robot. Drakken, who was also currently hanging upside down next to Ron, were sent on a fast ride as the robot went out of control, the entire top half spinning like a top.

Drakken and Shego managed to gt some sort of semblance of control and Ron's bindings snapped. "Kim!" Ron yelled as he hurtled downward into the hard pavement below, only to yelp when he was slammed into from mid air as Harry swung an caught him, sending them rolling to the ground.

Harry was a bit dazed, having taken the brunt of the tumble, and Ron shrieked "Kim!" again when the robot, bound in Kim's grappler line, began to fall towards them.

Harry and Ron were scooped up by Kim, who utilized rocket skates of all things, and zoomed them all to safety.

With the robot down and the villains hanging from the rafters, it was only a matter of waiting for the police to arrive and take them into custody.

Harry, wrapped in a warm thermal blanket that one of the ambulance attendees had given him, was approached by Kim who said honestly, "I have no idea how you got into Drakken's base without being seen, or how you got all wet, but you got in, distracted and survived, and saved Ron. So we were wondering, if your still interested, if you would like to be a full time member of Team Possible?" Kim held out her hand.

Harry considered her offer seriously, then smiled and took it, shaking it enthusiastically, "Sure I will mate! this is the most fun I've had in awhile! be glad to join!"

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The night of the dance, a rather casual shindig, with everyone in nice but casual cloths and some music blasted over the speakers. Harry had to admit that it wasn't bad, and it was better then getting dolled up in stuffy formal robes, that's for sure.

Harry amused himself by dancing with a few people, even pulling Mankey and Kim onto the dance floor respectivly, but otherwise was soon rather bored.

Harry meandered out into the hallway some time later and heard a banging on a supply closet door.

"Come on guys! I swear I am a bon-diggity dancer! Just let me out!" came a plaintive familiar voice.

Well, so that's why Ron hadn't showed. Harry sighed, by this point having figured that his new blond friend getting locked in a supply closet seemed so him. With a bit of elbow grease, he managed to extract Ron out of the closet, nearly getting run over as Ron dashed for the little boys room.

When Ron came out with a big sigh of relief, Harry was leaning against a wall, watching him with a raised eyebrow. "I'm guessing you didn't get a date then?"

Ron slumped against the wall beside him. "Nah, but its not like its prom or anything, I think that people are just intimidated by the ol' Stoppable charm. I bet when the bigger dances come along, the ladies will be piling on the offers!"

Harry chuckled, shaking his head in amazement, "You really are amazing Ron. I have never seen someone try so hard, fail so spectacularly, over and over again, and yet still be so optimistic."

Harry stood up and stepped in front of Ron with an air of determination. Harry felt that Ron deserved a break, so Harry bowed regally and said, "Ron Stoppable, would you do me the honor of a dance?"

Ron stared at him with wide eyes, startled, "Jeez, you are smooth!" he grinned, 'think you can teach me a thing or two sometime?".

Ron took his hand, and Harry pulled him into a comfortable proximity, "Why would you need my advice, your Ron Stoppable!"

"I am aren't I?" the blond smirked, and taking Harry more firmly into hand, pulled the other teen into a twirl and a dip. The boys laughed and danced to the distant songs from the gymnasium for the rest of the evening.